Mother,
let me come to you.
Open thy grave
and let me in.
This life and karma
have done their round.
Open thy bones
and let me come in.
Lovely way to put. Ummm....let our granny rest. Find a living mother to talk over your problems. Or better still write more poems. You know " Therapoetics of poetry" kind of thing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Overwhelming! Thanks for posting